.Fog dangling thick
Can't see the right road, streets are sick
The eight day mill
It might grind slow but it grinds fine
Indian rope man, while looking on
Tells common clay he's heavenly born
Retired layman looks on in scorn
With a transplanted heart
Kiss him quic.
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